It would be nice if it were possible to both have your clothes on AND be successful at pop music. Why is it a requirement that in order to have a pop career, you must have a super-hot body that you are willing to show to the world? Are there no women who can sing without perfect bodies? Are there no women who can…

Uh, the other N'Sync guys don't seem to have, um, kept in the kind of shape JT has. I think the performance with them was only 60 seconds because they were concerned that a couple of them might stroke out if they had to dance for much longer than that.

I'm so tired of women having to be naked to do pop music.

You can save some money and get the same results (if not better) with plain old baby powder. Get the corn starch one, not the talc one.

Remember the gross tv show "The Swan" ? They took people and spent three months making them "beautiful".

She just tries SO HARD. Jeez. So goddamn earnest.

Breastfeeding was not in fashion in the 50s, 60s and 70s. Shockingly, the generations born in those years managed to survive just fine on formula and so will your kid.

Surprisingly, some women actually wear heels because they like them. Shocking, right? Silly creatures.

I must say, though, the Vanilla Curd was actually really very good.

Lordy, I love that penguin one. I can sit and watch that for hours, weeping with laughter and adding the necessary sound effects.

There's a fancy specialty foods market I pass by on my way home from work and they play THE BEST music. Every time I go in there just to grab some milk or something, there's a weird time spiral thing that happens.

My niece had so much trouble with this. She wanted to run and climb and fight bad guys. She didn't want to sit pretty and comb her hair. So, to her as a little kid, this meant that she hated being a girl and wanted to be a boy. She refused to wear any girl clothing and insisted on being called a boy and got her…

Is Abercrombie the dark one or the one that stinks? There's Hollister too, and I can never remember which is which. There's one on 5th Avenue, right across from Bendel's and I have to be careful to cross the street when I'm getting close because the STENCH from that place can knock me off my bike.

I sat on the other side of the cube wall from a guy who:

I bike to work and have to go through Times Square. Each morning, I fantasize about getting a bike "bell" that is more like a giant truck air horn. I dream of a horn so loud it will LIFT THEM OUT OF THEIR FUCKING SHOES. Slack-jawed yokels, get out of the fucking bike path. What kind of idiot walks into the middle…

Orchard Beach in the Bronx is amazing to teach yourself about body acceptance. You go there and you see people with every possible age, body type, scar, discoloration, tattoo, etc. wearing tiny bathing suits and no one gives a shit. You can see really quite middle-aged, lumpy women with impressive childbirth scars…

I'm so jealous of her skin. I have similar coloring and cannot figure out how she does it. On me, that white skin bruises easily and shows every mark, bruise, bulge, dot, mole, bit of dirt, slightly off makeup, etc. 10 seconds in the sun and I have freckles. You can trace pretty much every vein I've got.

Oy, one of my first jobs was at a life insurance company on Wall Street in the early 90s. The boss believed that only women could answer the phones.

Geez, I make fun of an Australian friend all the time because of the weird fauna there (like, a giant hideous bird that KICKS people to death). I've now googled pink fairy armadillo and pangolin and realize I may no longer give her shit. Even if that bird is freaky (cassowary).

He walked right out of the hospital and put that seat in the car so smoothly, with tons of people filming his every move. Dude must have practiced for weeks to do it so perfectly on the first try. It took my sister a few weeks to get it right.